Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

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“It is over, Clara,” he said, his gravelly voice sounding softer than usual.

“Let us sit outside for a moment,” I said.

We walked out onto the wide wooden porch of the office building, where the cold afternoon air smelled of woodsmoke and damp earth.continue reading …